I think we’re getting into cliche overload here.

These are absolutely awesome.

A bacon gauge. I approve.

Touche!

Hah! Funny to hear love for the blue - the 2dr I drove was that color and I loved it. Right now have the hots for a white 2009 2dr just because of the mods. I shudder to think of getting it smogged though.

There’s one near me (but red, yuck) just has the lighting package, I think it’s 28k. But dammit I don’t want red, and as an old ass man who doesn’t drive at night when I can help it, don’t need a thousand bucks worth of fancypants headlights.

Really, I’m looking at an optionless 4dr with perf pack and it’s 27K on the configurator.

Neutral - actively shopping for a GTI, Mk5-7, don’t really care. If the dealer gets desperate, or VW gets liberal with the incentives, could well see myself in a new one soon.

Next week’s article: How much eating two sandwiches for lunch can really fatten you up!

996 GT2 w/x50 (?). Pretty sure I did a wheelie.

Hooray! Kjet! One part witchcraft, one part genius!

Seriously zero interest in motorcycles. Even this oddity is only about a C-minus on the morning coffee scale.

Balancer came loose on my CTSV, lost PS. Figured it was a tossed serp belt, tried to finish the lap. Then lost cooling, stalled, and lost braking. Pulled into the infield, sat there until the session finished, then limped it to the pit entrance. Got a 100mi tow home with a talkative rabid Tea-Partyer.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Hmm... there must be some word- or clause-count necessary to bring the plagiarism police out in force. Because I swear I’ve used “baroque monsterism” at least once without crediting Torchinsky. And all I got were a couple of lousy stars.

She’s far more interesting than a beige passat!

I SAID YOU HAVE TO STAND EXACTLY THERE, MICHELLE. No, no flinching. Suck it in and hold your breath.

I’ve been standing here since the last show. Wonder if my kids remember me.

They promised if I stood exactly here the whole time they’d let me see my family again.

It’s a small price to pay for the smiting of one’s enemies.